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imtrashraccoon · 3 months

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Been a long time coming but I was too busy with Bad Sansuary to finish this last one up. I had originally planned two more bonus chapters but I think the story ends nicely here. Besides, I'm ready to wrap up this project.

This chapter happens immediately after Chapter 30: Souls btw.

First Day & Previous Day.

Bonus 3: Respite

You let Papyrus go with Sans so they could talk with Gaster on their own. It just seemed fair to you somehow.

Instead, you turned your attention to Frisk who was still standing near the King and Queen. While you were still a bit lightheaded, you were able to stand up and walk so long as you were careful.

Frisk glanced over as soon as you approached and a bright grin immediately broke out over their face. They turned and practically went to tackle you, except you scooped them up into a fierce bear hug and embraced them.

"I'm so glad you're safe..." you whispered. Your voice trembled and you couldn't manage to hold everything together any longer. While you normally hated crying in front of strangers, you no longer cared if anyone thought badly of you.

It was finally over. Against all odds, you'd both survived. Surely, this was the best possible ending... You couldn't imagine how things could be any better at least.

Frisk loosened their hold on you and lightly patted your shoulder to get your attention. When you let go slightly and pulled back, you could see that they had been crying as well from the tear tracks running down their cheeks. They vigorously wiped their face on their sweater sleeves and smiled weakly.

"I tried so hard..." they signed slowly. "This is it now... We can't go back anymore."

Your eyes widened slightly at the realization of what they meant set it. This was permanent and there would be no more resets. Now it was your turn to get them through the days ahead and, while you were a little anxious, you were glad to put this whole difficult journey behind you.

"You did so good, Frisk. I couldn't have done any of this without you," you responded. "Thank you..."

They seemed relieved to hear that and smiled more genuinely. "I love you..." they signed.

With a slight chuckle, you ruffled their fluffy hair and pressed a quick kiss on the top of their head, much to their embarrassment. "I love you too, kiddo."

Your self awareness suddenly kicked in and you glanced up to find the three goat monsters just quietly watching you and Frisk's reunion. You swallowed nervously and out of habit pulled Frisk a bit closer again, except they resisted and pushed off your chest much to your surprise.

"This is Asriel, my best friend," they signed and motioned to the little goat monster you'd never seen before.

The goat child glanced at Toriel before approaching you apprehensively. He had similar scruffy white fur as his parents did, long floppy ears, and a pair of fangs that slightly poked out of his mouth. He also had a pair of sharp but stubby horns on the top of his head and his eyes were yellow with a red ring around the black sclera. You couldn't be sure of his age, but from his green and yellow striped sweater and black overalls, he seemed older than Frisk, maybe eight or nine?

"Um, hi... It's nice to meet you properly this time," he said. His voice was a bit gruffer than you'd initially expected and while he seemed rather shy right now, there was a bit of a teasing lilt in his tone.

"Sorry, we've met before?" Turning to Frisk, you asked, "And when did you make a best friend?"

Frisk grinned in a mischievous way before responding. "He was trapped in a flower until now. Remember Flowey?" When you nodded, they added, "Well, I gave him a small piece of my soul so he could return to his true form."

To say you were concerned was a bit of an understatement. While you still didn't know much about souls in general, even you knew that a person's soul was not something that could just be given away carelessly.

Glancing between both children, you couldn't help the slight frown that flickered across your face. "Frisk...how? Are you okay...?" You had no idea how to respond to this situation and your tongue couldn't seem to form any substantial sentences at the moment.

While Asriel couldn't maintain eye contact with you, Frisk seemed confident with their decision. They nodded vigorously and quickly tried to reassure you. "I had a lot of Determination, much more than most people do, so I gave Asriel some of it to form a soul for him. Which is why I can't do that...thing anymore. We'll be fine, okay?"

You didn't really understand what they meant but if Frisk was so sure that everything would be okay, then you would do your best to trust them. They had been responsible for freeing everyone after all, the least you could do was believe them, right?

"Alright then. While I don't fully understand all this, I'm glad you both seem to be fine." With a smile, you turned to Asriel again, "Nice to meet you then. I apologize but I had no idea you and Frisk were so close."

"It's alright..." The goat child smiled sheepishly and rubbed the fur on the back of his neck. "I'll be honest, I didn't know they thought of me that way either. They're really amazing, aren't they?"

You grinned and moved some stray hair strands out of Frisk's face. "They really are..." you murmured.

Toriel placed a furry paw on Asriel's shoulder and squeezed him in an affectionate way. "I... Or rather we, are so, so grateful to have our son back. Thank you, Frisk..."

Asgore had been very quiet after everything that had happened. If you were to guess, he seemed to be the strong and stoic type who rarely showed any emotion. Still, he had shed more than a few tears earlier when first reunited with his son, so he wasn't completely heartless at least. You still didn't like him though and that probably wouldn't change any time soon.

He knelt down in front of Frisk and bowed his head slightly, but he was still much taller than them even like this. "Thank you...Frisk, for bringing Asriel back. And thank you for breaking the barrier when we could not," he said solemnly.

Frisk smiled sweetly up at the now humbled king. They lightly patted his massive furry paw with their much smaller hand before answering. "You're welcome!"

The King turned his gaze to you, his yellow eyes still glistening with emotions, but that air of solemn duty he had been exuding earlier was back. "I want to do what is best for my people and I believe right now peace with your kind is the right thing to do. Forgive me, but would you be willing to help with the negotiations with the human government? Like an ambassador of sorts?" he asked.

Frisk nodded excitedly but you frowned and put your hand on their shoulder, which got their attention. Squaring your shoulders, you addressed the King of Monsters for the second time today.

"I am going to have to decline your offer on the basis that neither of us have any experience with politics and Frisk isn't even seven." You held up a finger before he could interject, "However, I am willing to help for the sake of all the friends I've made and to make a better world for everyone."

While he seemed a little disappointed, Asgore seemed to take your rejection pretty well. He stood up again and gave you a firm nod. "Very well... I suppose it was presumptuous of me to ask, especially after everything you've both been through."

He pressed his furry paw against his gold plated chestplate before adding, "I will make a decree that no monster is to harm a human. If there is to be true peace, we must prove to your kind that we are willing to put aside our past grievances."

"For the sake of our son and our people, I will assist in negotiating with the humans," Toriel stated. Her tone of voice had turned cold as she turned to address Asgore but there was still a spark of hope in her eyes, despite the obvious tension between them.

The King seemed momentarily taken aback and he started to say something, but stopped himself. "We should sit down and discuss how things will be going forward," he mentioned with a bit of an awkward cough.

Toriel only let out a low hum in agreement and narrowed her yellow eyes at him.

You felt incredibly awkward all of the sudden, wanting to be anywhere but next to the bitter former couple. You didn't want to just walk away, although you didn't know what or if you should say anything.

Fortunately, you were saved from making a fool of yourself when Undyne scooped both Frisk and Asriel up in each arm. The goat child let out a startled bleat and flailed his arms for a bit until he realized he wasn't going to fall. Undyne then shifted both children so they were sitting on each of her shoulders and chuckled, flashing a sharp toothed grin at you as she did so.

"I don't know how you did it, but congrats! The barrier is gone!" she exclaimed. Her grin faltered a little and in a quieter voice she added, "I wasn't so sure I'd ever get to see it for myself and if I did, never like this."

Frisk attempted to give the fish lady a hug but could only wrap their arms around her head. They ended up just leaning down and resting their upper body and head on top of hers, earning a quiet chuckle from her.

You couldn't help but smile at the adorable sight. "I don't understand it myself but I suppose it doesn't really matter. We're here and we managed to do so without much bloodshed. I'm just so happy..."

You trailed off as you felt your throat start to close up again and the familiar sting of tears at the corners of your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you managed to blink away your tears before they could flow down your cheeks. Alphys then appeared next you and placed one of her clawed hands on your arm in a reassuring manner.

"I don't know how to begin to thank either of you for being willing to support us. The chances of our plan even working were slim and if we'd failed, I know it would have cost both of you greatly," you finally said, doing your best to keep your voice even, although it was a bit difficult.

Undyne carefully set the kids back onto the ground and scratched the back of her neck. "Ah, well, of course we'd help. Friends stick by each other..." she murmured in a much quieter voice than she usually did. Her gills and cheekbones seemed to become a deeper blue and she was having a hard time actually looking at you all of the sudden.

For once, Alphys didn't seem like the more shy one of the two women and she gave you a gentle smile. "I'd been working on finding a way to break the barrier for my whole tenure as Royal Scientist. I'm just very glad it's all over and that we can finally have peace." She grew thoughtful for a moment before adding, "Even if this hadn't worked, it was worth a try I think. I'm just glad we could help you and put an end to the violence."

"Me too," you hummed.

When the skeletons eventually rejoined the group, you began to sense a sort of anticipation in the air. You felt a similar sense of excitement as it had been months since you'd seen the sun and had all but given up on seeing it again. You thought the monsters actually seemed a little hesitant though, as if they were afraid to take the first step outside in possibly a millenia or more.

Frisk tugged at your sleeve and motioned to the opening in the cave. You gave them a gentle nod and they instantly grabbed one of Asriel's paws, beginning to pull him towards the fading sunlight. That seemed to be the push the others needed and they began to follow the children to the surface. The older monsters followed at a slower pace and you noticed how solemn their expressions had become.

Papyrus glanced back at you and tilted his skull. When you realized he was waiting, you darted over and gave him a hug. He smiled and pressed a skeleton kiss against the top of your head, before wrapping an arm around you and guiding you towards the sunlight.

The sun had sunk halfway below the horizon, colouring the sky with a canvas of reds, oranges, and yellows. You took a deep breath of the crisp mountain air but instead of focusing on the sunset, you turned to see the reactions of your friends instead.

Asgore and Toriel still seemed solemn and you could see their eyes once again glistening with tears of joy. You couldn't help but wonder what the world had been like back before the war that had trapped them Underground. Hopefully, things would be better now.

Asriel had a small frown on his face and you noticed he seemed a little sad. At least Frisk was quick to comfort them but your heart went out to the poor goat child. No one deserved to be sad, let alone children, and you hoped he would be okay.

Undyne was completely silent for once but you swore you could see her good eye sparkling with unbridled excitement. There was a wide grin plastered across her face and while her body was tense, it was as if she was trying to desperately contain herself while everyone took in the view.

Alphys seemed awestruck as well and her jaw dropped which she quickly covered with her hands. The glow of the last few rays of sunshine reflected off her round glasses and you couldn't look directly at her for very long. She caught your eye and you saw her cheeks flush a bright pink, although she quickly looked up at Undyne rather than try to duck away from embarrassment.

Gaster's expression seemed rather clinical and he had propped up his chin with one hand in silent contemplation. You couldn't imagine what was going through his skull right now and you weren't about to ask either. Maybe he was thinking about the future? You would have to sit down and have a proper conversation to get to know him at some point.

Sans wore the widest grin you'd ever seen on his face. His hands were stuffed into his gray hoodie's pockets as he slowly rocked back and forth on his heels. You realized he'd noticed you staring at him when he turned his skull slightly to look at you out of the corner of his eye sockets. His crimson eyelights seemed to glitter with an almost childlike wonder and you couldn't help but smile back at him.

Papyrus' scarlet pinpricks were similarly sparkling but the expression he wore was more serious than that of his brother. He couldn't seem to tear his eye sockets away from the sky or the sunset even for a moment. His arm was still wrapped around your waist but his grip on you had slackened as he took in as much of the beautiful sight as he could.

"Sans..." he finally murmured. "Is That...?"

His brother hummed quietly in agreement. "yep, that's the sun..."

"I Never Thought I Would Actually See It..."

You slid one of your hands up his back and leaned against his chestplate in an attempt to get even closer together. "You can see the real stars too if we wait long enough," you remarked softly, although your voice was still loud enough for the others to hear.

There were quiet murmurs of agreement, although some were more enthusiastic than others, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself.

It didn't take long for the sun to finally dip below the horizon and the last of the brilliant colours to give way to twilight. By then, everyone had gotten settled into various groups on the mountainside to wait for the first star to make its presence known.

You took this moment to have a bit of a silent reflection. So much had changed over the last several months, you'd made several new friends, learned a ton about an entirely new culture, helped set a civilization free to rejoin humanity, found out you actually had magic, and now you were technically engaged with a monster. Your life had definitely taken a turn for the better and while the reintegration of Monsters into Human society likely wouldn't be easy, you were ultimately hopeful for what the future held.

At some point, Frisk made their way back to you and Papyrus trailed behind them. You smiled and made room so they could sit in the soft grass next to you. Frisk was all to happy to sit in your lap and sprawl out on top of you, which you didn't mind in the slightest. Papyrus on the other hand seemed content to just hold you close and rest his clavicle on the top of your head.

You could hear quiet gasps of surprise from the other monsters when the first stars appeared. It didn't take long for the sky to be dotted with hundreds of little twinkling lights and even you found yourself in awe at the sight. The light pollution in the city had never allowed you to see nearly this many, even on clearer nights like this one.

Frisk suddenly patted your arm to get your attention and when you glanced down at them, they grinned up at you. "Thank you for being there and always encouraging me...Mom..."

For a second, you wondered if they'd made a mistake and used the wrong sign or if you'd misinterpreted them. But no, they had tapped their thumb to their chin with an open hand and by the way their cheeks had flushed a light pink, you realized it wasn't that kind of mistake.

You didn't know what to say for several long seconds. Once you'd managed to find your voice, you gave their fluffy hair a gentle pat. "Do you see me like that, kiddo? As a parent...?" you asked quietly.

They looked surprised for a moment before slowly nodding.

"Do you want me to be?"

"Yes! I would!" they signed excitedly as a wide grin broke across their face. "I love you so much!"

You smiled and moved some stray locks of their hair out of their face. "Alright then, I'll try looking into seeing if your parents will allow me to become your guardian, okay?"

Papyrus let out a soft chuckle and pulled away from you a little bit. "I Told You So, Precious," he teased.

You huffed and gave him a bit of a playful swat. "Yeah, you did, multiple times in fact! I didn't want to promise something I couldn't make good on, okay?" You sighed and looked away from both of them before adding, "I'm not even sure if your parents will agree to this, but I'm going to try my hardest. I guess...after everything, I've come to see you as my own... I love you so much, Frisk."

Frisk wrapped their arms around your waist and buried their face in your sweater. You gave them a gentle hug back as best you could in this position.

Glancing back at Papyrus, you furrowed your brows slightly as a realization occured to you. "Are you okay with this? I know in the past you expressed that you don't like kids very much..."

He shook his skull and gave Frisk an affectionate pat on their back. "I Like Frisk And I Would Be Willing To Try Being In Their Life. Whether That Means Being An Actual Father Figure Or Just Continuing Supporting Both Of You Like I Have Already," he said.

You smiled and put your hand on top of his. This seemed like a great arrangement and you couldn't help feeling a little excited at the idea of having a family.

Things would turn out okay.

#selfshipufpap #raccoons drabbles #undertale #underfell #underfell papyrus #underfell papyrus x reader #reader #female reader #the hand we've been dealt #thwbd #oneshot #alternate timeline #the first bonus chapter would've been a month later on the surface and they would've soul bonded #the second one would've been a year later when Rihanna's family comes to visit for the holidays and meets Papyrus #not sure if i'll ever write them

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starrynightgroundskyteamsblog · 2 months

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This new Undertale Au is created by our friend who created SubterLoved and her sister.

-**Au Name: SubrashyTale**

-**Story**:

In this Au, the story remains the same as Undertale, but with some significant differences.

The main difference is that the narrative is imbued with a sense of wonder and awe, exploring themes of discovery, personal growth and the power of optimism even in adverse circumstances.

-Underground locations: Are the same as in Undertale.

-**Routes of this au:**

- **Pacifist Route**: Frisk embarks on a journey to reconcile the monsters and humans of the underground, finding goodness in everyone and promoting peace.

In this route after the monsters are freed Frisk gives a small part of his soul to Alphys so that Alphys creates an artificial soul using that small part, that artificial soul is to bring back Adara.

Alphys, after creating that artificial soul, gives it to Frisk and, as mentioned before, Adara, thanks to that soul, returned to life.

- **Neutral Route**: Frisk makes mixed decisions, showing compassion but also facing moral and ethical challenges on their path.

- **Genocidal Route**: In this route Frisk faces the temptation to surrender to despair and darkness, fighting against the corruption of his own soul while killing all the monsters in the underground.

-**The Human Souls of this Au and the deaths of the 6 human souls of this Au:**

**Kindness**: A girl who always seeks to help others, with a generous and compassionate heart.

She died helping a monster and fell into the lava in Hotland.

**Integrity**: A girl who values honesty and consistency in all her actions.

She died because of Undyne in a battle against her.

**Justice**: A girl who strives to do the right thing and stand up for fairness and equality.

She died defending Burgerpants from Mettaton.

**Perseverance**: A child who never gives up in the face of obstacles, always fighting to achieve his goals.

He died lost in Gerson.

**Patience**: A calm and serene girl, capable of waiting the necessary time to achieve her goals.

She died waiting for Toriel in the ruins.

**Bravery**: A brave and determined child, willing to face any challenge with determination.

He died due to a confrontation with Sans when leaving the ruins.

**Determination**: Those who possess the soul of determination are: Frisk, Adara and Chara/Elisse Dreemurr.

Frisk the eighth human soul and Adara the first human soul.

-**Biography of Frisk and Chara/Elisse from this Au:**

**Frisk:**

- **Appearance**: She is a small girl, with brown hair and bright blue eyes full of curiosity.

- **Outfit**: She wears a very light blue and pink striped sweater, blue shorts, and brown shoes.

- **Personality**: Frisk is innocent and curious, always willing to see the best in others and find creative solutions to problems.

**Chara/Elisse:**

- **Appearance**: In this Au Chara her name is: Elisse and she is the youngest and biological daughter of the kings of the monsters:

Asgore and Toriel and she is the Princess of the monsters and sister of Asriel, she has blonde hair like the sun and light yellow eyes, warm as amber.

- **Attire**: She dresses in royal clothes, but also wears a heart-shaped brooch that Frisk gave her.

She also often dresses in a very light yellow long-sleeved shirt, wears a light blue skirt with the Delta Rune on one side of the skirt, white stockings and the skirt has a flower design, and wears pink shoes.

- **Personality**: Although initially reserved, Chara opens up to Frisk and becomes their confidant and close friend, showing a fierce determination to protect those she loves.

She is kind and friendly and has a personality similar to that of her brother Asriel.

-**New Unique Character of this Au - "Adara" (playing the role of Chara)**:

**Who is Adara?**:

She is the first of the humans who have fallen into the Underground after climbing Mount Ebott.

She is a little girl that Toriel and Asgore adopted when they fell into the Underground, and therefore, adoptive sister of Asriel Dreemurr and Chara/Elisse Dreemurr.

Her, at the end of the Genocide Route is the desire to acquire STATS (LOVE, PE, attack, defense, etc.).

- **Personality**:

She is brave and determined, but she also keeps a secret that could change the fate of the underground. Like Chara in the original Undertale story, she plays a crucial role in the development of the story in this Au.

She also has the same personality as Chara from Undertale but she is a kind and good person.

- **Appearance**:

She is a little girl who bears an incredible resemblance to this Au's Frisk, mostly in the "choice of clothing".

Her SOUL is "red" in the same way as Frisk since her soul, like Frisk and soul, is determination.

She has heterochromia, meaning her eyes are a different color.

She has rosy cheeks.

His hair is black with yellow lines and bright blue and yellow eyes full of mystery.

- **Outfit**:

She is wearing a very light yellow and pink striped sweater, light blue shorts, and brown shoes.

#undertale #undertale au #alternative universe #chara #frisk #chara and asriel #Friskandasriel #frisk and chara #flowey the flower #asriel dreemur

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a-snowpoff · 2 years

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Clothes stealing Papyrus headcanons pls?

Pfff heheh, okay so I’m just going to call him athleisure Papyrus and the reason I made him in the first place was because @mmhinman shared some brain rot with me that planted the idea that Papyrus borrowing my clothes would just end up looking like a crop top on him. I think we can agree Papyrus looks absolutely amazing in crop tops~

Now the first drawing I made of Papyrus borrowing a sweater was def meant to be more typical classic Papyrus. He was cleaning around the house and found your sweater draped over a chair in the bedroom. He was about to toss it in with the rest of the laundry but then it hit him, your scent, and it was lovely. The familiarity making his smile wider. Perhaps it didn’t need to go into the wash quite yet, it looked clean, it smelled pleasant, to him at least. As he turned the garment in his hands he thought to himself that it might even fit him, perhaps a bit short in length but he knew he could rock it. With an all too giddy expression he burst into his signature Nyeh Heh Hehs as he admired the fact that it did indeed fit and it looked so amazing in fact that he admitted he might be wearing it for a while.

Now then… I think what more people might be wondering about is the version I keep redrawing in the same athleisure outfit, where the top is more of a hoodie with a mesh front…….. WELLP……. I REALLY liked the idea of Papyrus borrowing my clothes and I love wearing cool but comfy athleisure and I was like dang… Papyrus wearing things that I consider “my style”…. yes please! Not to mention I love drawing a suave Papyrus with half lidded eyes. It’s more of a guilty pleasure as I fall deep into a Papyrus shaped simp hole lol but let’s jump into headcanons I have swirling around in my head for him.

Post Pacifist Papyrus, an undetermined amount of years on the surface have passed. Papyrus has finally had the chance to make more friendships, but has ultimately found satisfaction in his closer friendships with Undyne, Frisk, Sans, and Flowey. With no royal guard being needed he eventually turned his passion and drive into mastering the art of expertly crafting noodle dishes of every kind! Not only that but he has built a reputation with the local youth, for crafting the most clever and thrilling puzzle installments at the local parks (minus the spikes and flames… though he did try to make an argument for them) . Alright alright why am I saying all this you might wonder? What I’m trying to express is that Papyrus has built a life that he feels a lot more happy and content with. There is no longer a pressure to go above and beyond for what he wants, don’t get me wrong he definitely still goes above and beyond, but now it’s with more of a calm confidence. He may no longer struggle to gain friendship or recognition, but over the years he realized he’s still yearning for something…. or perhaps someone. It was love at first sight when he finally laid his eyes on you. There were no doubts, definitely not compared to all the other unsuccessful dates he had been on. This time he felt an instant connection. He may no longer be trying to capture a human but he was certainly looking to capture your heart. This Papyrus has definitely finished reading the dating hand book, and properly returned it to the librarby. In fact he’s read several more similar books on the surface and by similar books…. I mean he actually switched over to reading romance manga thinking they offered sound advice and examples of how to romance a potential date mate. Technically, Undyne was the one to suggest the manga route and Papyrus, always eager to learn about combat or cooking from a trusted friend, had no reason to question this advice. This inevitably lead him down a path towards reading romance novels and eventually….. fanfic (hehehehe LOL). So now we have a Papyrus with a cool confidence, fueled by the power of every romance trope, convinced that he knows how to sweep you off your feet and make you fall for him. Well it worked, because the two of you are dating and he can tell how much you’re enjoying every second of it. Papyrus just can’t help how much he loves seeing how effective all his research was because it reliably gets you to blush your brightest when he puts it to use. Every win just fueling his confidence further and further, he has no doubt that his next plan will work like a charm and you can see it from his expression too.…. hmmm yeah those are the thoughts swirling in my head for now related to clothes stealing, athleisure Papyrus hahaha

#ask snowpoff #snowpoff writes #snowpoff headcanons #athleisure papyrus

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multiverse-of-souls · 2 years

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@spookyscientistskeleton - 7 and 8 for Sans, 24 and 38 for Gaster, 42 and 44 for Yarn

7. What is the one thing people assume about you that you wish was true?

“That i always seem so happy, heh, it’s easy to think that way when you see me. Carefree jokester who likes messing with his little brother and never seems to be doing anything besides have fun, Fuck i wish it was true, maybe part of me is hoping if i fake it long enough that it’ll come true but i uh...y’know, Hasn’t worked for me so far.”

8. What is the one thing people assume about you that you wish wasn’t true?

“Aside from being known as the local alcoholic?, best person to drink with besides D.B?, cause look. I get it, i know i’m at the bar a lot, i know i’ve dissolved into some terrible, sobbing messes as i cry about the despair only i remember is coming only to eventually pass out and have to be carried home and i know drinking is a terrible way to deal with it but it seems the only way to sooth the pain anymore or i wouldn’t even get out of bed...”

24. Do you ever feel like an imposter?

‘Is it that obvious? besides me, four other people fell into the core, friends. Co-workers, people who went unremembered by even me and sans until i became it’s target, until sans...until he became the judge, I wasn’t myself after i fell, i was a fragment of a fragment. My body was owned by something who had no need to worry for the morals of a living creature, it used me, my soul, knowing full well i was still conscious, my body melted away, mixing into that sludge that was the void. I watched the lives of those who’d forgotten me progress, knowing that i’d been forgotten.’

His hands fiddled with the material of his sweater, he’d picked at it enough times that it had become frayed.

‘and then i was returned, rescued by someone, Frisk. Who i am no more fond of then that parasite as i am fully aware of what they’ve done and i am the only one who came back, i wonder if i really was the one who came back, who could come back, the others were gone yet...they weren’t, they are still here, always out of the corner of my eye, the sheep to the shepherd, My body will never be the same, My ecto replaced by the very same gunk from the void. My magic does not always obey and rarely...i get the urge to return to the core, to the void. Sans has found me...sleepwalking and it scares me.’

38. Are you okay with not knowing what happens next?

‘Yes, there will always be a apart of me that seeks knowledge far beyond the realm of the normal but after what happened, To be exposed to a normal amount of predictability is more relieving then anyone will ever be able to realize. There is much i wish i could forget.’

42. What’s the strangest thing you’ve done just to avoid failure?

“I don’t know if i’d call it strange and i’m not happy about it but back when i was still waitressing for a capital restaurant, I was going to get fired due to my lack of confidence back then, they’d wanted someone more...open in their sex appeal so to avoid this. Because i needed to make sure paps was fed, i sucked my then boss off, it’s not something i look on proudly but it worked.”

44. What’s the boldest thing you do every day, just to feel like you’re still in control?

“Test my experimental concoctions on myself, It’s the least i can do because i didn’t fight hard enough in my scientist days to stop lust from being pushed out to everyone without more testing, I won’t subject anyone else to my experiments. It’s my fault they are as they are. That...all of them are.”

#The quiet snowfall (Asks)#Down' down the mountain (IC)#The judge (Sans)#Oh don't you dare look back' Just Keep your eyes on me (Underlust AU ~ Sans)#Of the void (Gaster)#I never wanted to know what laid beyond (Headcannons ~ Gaster)#Don't we just love Quantum physics (Headcannons ~ Sans)#dub con mention tw #//none of my muses are okay

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momalphysau · 1 year

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So with just the context of the Au it is understood how Papyrus and Sans ended up being adopted by Alphys. But how did Frisk and Chara end up in the same boat?

Well, it all starts with the two of them being siblings who run away from home and fall by accident, starting to wander around the underground hiding from the Monsters because the Monsters war happened 7 years ago, they are 9 and the adults always scared them telling them that Monsters would eat them.

Alphys has cameras, not that many, but enough to know who's going through what areas. The person who was watching the cameras while the human children were wandering was an 8 year old Sans.

He was excited to see humans for the first time and he wanted to ask them what they knew about superheroes, Alphys and Papyrus were working so they couldn't stop him.

The next thing that happens is that there are two children in the laboratory being warmed by the thousands of Sans's sweaters, who seeing them cold and frozen in Snowdin decided that he wanted to help them.

Chara specifically is very suspicious but the skeleton only talks about superheroes and is happy to talk to them. Chara mentions that as humans they can't go outside, so Sans tells them they can stay, he really doesn't mind sharing a room (plus these are technically his first friends so he's excited)

They spend days with Papyrus and Alphys noticing Sans' new friends and that they don't really leave, walking around with Sans wearing lots of clothes and masks to hide them identity as humans.

They only become a constant while everyone accepts that yes, there are two more kids.

Although Alphys remains worried because hiding in this way makes her think that they have been hurt and that they do not want to be returned to their parents.

The two children do not show that they are human until Alphys tells them that they are officially her kids and that nothing will return them to where they lived before.

In short: Sans adopted two siblings

#mom alphys au #undertale #Although technically Au reads a bit like Swap with Sans #in fact Sans is still very much like UT. just different-

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amelia-c · 1 year

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This is TWFOA!Frisk's character ref. sheet. I apologise if I got the height wrong, I'm used the metric system :/

TWFOA!Frisk, aka, Elina is 18 years old as of the events of TWFOA right now. She freed the underground at 10 years old and spent 8 years in an orphanage before returning to Ebott.

Some random facts about Elina's personality and design,

1. Her original design was long-sleeved sweaters and not sleeveless sweaters! I changed it to make her more unique.

2. When I first created TWFOA, Elina was a tomboy who hated wearing skirts, I changed this because I preferred drawing her in skirts.

3. Personality-wise, Elina is quite mature yet she is a brat. She complains a lot and is kinda spoiled.

4. Elina has great charisma.

When in business mode, she becomes a completely different person who is often underestimated and preyed on in the political world, those who chose to prey on her are almost always put in their place by Elina's sharp tongue (and Sans's if he's there)

5. She is quite humble.

Elina acknowledges that she was born with high level magic but never boasts about it. She even claims on multiple occasions that it was pure luck that she became the saviour of the Underground.

TWFOA (The World Falls Once Again), prologue.

TWFOA chapter 1, To Which I Finally Return

#undertale #undertale fanart #my art #frisk #twfoa #the world falls once again #twfoa frisk #oc #character sheet #character reference

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buttercupart · 5 years

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lighten up buttercup

#this looks like chara in frisks sweater so yeah lets go with it #um yadda yadda seasonal depression no motivation and now random anxiety spikes that make me violently nauseuous and go on for weeks on end #and have slowly been getting worse to the point i dont leave my house or even my bed and am flaking on people and feel like an asshole #heres to hoping that once spring comes and the days get longer itll get better cuz it sucks severely right now #thanks for coming to my ted talk now returning to the regularly scheduled programming #my art

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nonokoko13 · 3 years

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Kris remind us of the previous kids we meet in Undertale: Chara and Frisk. It's not a coincidence to say Kris is likely a mix between them

For example, in the "light" world Kris has Frisk's palette regarding skin and hair, while their clothes are similar to Chara's. In the Dark world, however, Kris appearance's color scheme is similar to Frisk sweater's colors

Like Chara, they like chocolate, they use knives and they are a dremurr; with the hinted dislike of the player's actions when we decide to use violence, the quietness, and the like of Toriel's pies much like Frisk, not to mention Kris is the anagram of said name. There might be more similarities, but those are the most remarkable ones

And with all the thing of being a mix of Chara and Frisk in some aspects, Kris is their own person, if we have to say they might be closer to Frisk than Chara but still.

The biggest difference is that they're not supposed to be controlled by anyone: in canon Frisk is a mysterious kid of unknown belongings that has little to any personality of their own, without any information about their previous life or relationships.

Kris, however, has an already defined life. Most of the relationships and traits that define Kris are already established when we starts controlling them. They're being used like a puppet, with us pulling out the strings, choosing what we would like to do and yet with Kris having the ultimate decision on the story

They didn't choose this, and what they want don't matter. It's not our fault though; we never chose to control them and our desires don't matter either, because Kris is not supposed to be who we should be playing as. Kris' soul is not theirs, but ours. And Kris' body is not ours, but theirs.

The vessel is the person we are or better said who we want to be, it's the body of our soul and who would choose what we choose, not Kris. Without the player's soul is just a body. Perhaps the creation doesn't reflect the creator's real being, but it's the reflection of our persona

Someone else made the decision of stealing us our body and steal Kris' life in result because according to them

Where I want to go with all of this is that when the vessel appears in the future (because there's no way Toby have made all the customization and persona test to not use it later) I would like to see if Kris would be able to successfully frees themselves of us by returning the soul to its real owner.

I also have been wondering: we can choose going for the "genocide" or pacifist route, which is a trait that we share with Chara, who finally rules over Frisk on the genocide route, and with Frisk, with the assumption that without Chara's influence the pacifist route is the closest to Frisk's personality.

Kris and Frisk are controlled from the beginning, while us and Chara are ourselves yet unable to remove their entire persona. We are the "Chara" as Kris is our "Frisk"

So if we end up regaining our vessel and linking it to our soul, making them a unique being just like Kris is already without us, the vessel would obtain a less empty appearance which could be a mix of Chara and Frisk as well (aka gaining colors in the clothing, human color skin instead of grey skin..)?

So the real appearance of the vessel in the light world would be Chara's physique palette with similar clothes to Frisk's and a color scheme based on Chara's sweater in the Dark world.

That would make the whole parallel of "similar yet different" greater. It would be even better if we could start from zero, either returning to the vessel's family or being adopted by some character who offers themselves to be our family or whoever we choose from all the options, and quit being a copycat or another person life's thief

It's said to be Gaster who discarded the vessel and made us play as Kris, but I think all of this could be related with the Knight as well. A game where the creation and the protagonist are victims of a third-party

GIF pictures (click for better quality)

Edit: Fanart based on this

Edit: I realized that I used Chara/Kris clothes colors instead of Frisk's right after I posted it. I'm sorry

#deltarune #undertale #kris dreemurr #deltarune vessel #goner vessel #deltarune the knight #theory #gaster #the player #imagines #frisk #chara #my art #artists on tumblr

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caretaker-au · 3 years

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CHAPTER 10

Bright light spilled into Chara’s vision as the world manifested around them. Their body—heavy and fragile—struggled and dropped them to their knees.

As they fell forward Chara caught themselves with their hands. They stared out at their small, feeble fingers that were splayed on the lavender colored floor, each digit tipped with a dull, flat fingernail. Where were they? And what was that awful pounding sensation? They pulled a hand to their chest. That’s right. Their heart. No longer made from monster magic, Chara’s human flesh felt comparatively sluggish and dense. The body they were never supposed to return to. Chara crossed their arms and gripped themself tight. Fierce emotion flooded through their body: a touch of grief for their own death, relief for their survival, and most of all, rage.

“Asriel…” they breathed, their voice a shaking whisper, “How could you?”

After everything they had done, after all that they sacrificed for him, Asriel had betrayed them. Again. As he always had. It didn’t matter how hard Chara worked or how many timelines they chased, their wretched partner threw away everything they had to protect accursed humans. This time was the worst, however. Asriel’s betrayal ended in orchestrating a shared execution.

“You really hate me that much?” Chara’s voice was little more than a shaking growl. They wanted to scream, to declare that they wouldn’t allow it, that they would find someone else who would respect them and carry out their plan. But they didn’t believe it.

“Chara?”

A small voice broke through the fury. Chara looked up and saw them. A child hesitating in a stone doorway just ahead of them: Frisk.

The child’s expression relaxed into a smile, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

Anger flashed across Chara’s face. They pulled themselves to their feet, wavering slightly. They staggered towards Frisk with heavy steps, increasing their speed into a run. Frisk’s eyes widened for a moment before they scowled. The child braced themself and held out their arms, “Chara, stop!”

The caretaker grabbed Frisk by the collar and wrenched them up against the doorframe. The kid’s teeth chattered as their skull thudded against the stone behind them.

“Why?!” Chara barked, hatred seeping from their every pore, “You took everything from us! Our lives, our future, the salvation of all monsters!” Frisk turned their head away, clenching their eyes tight as Chara berated them. “Nothing was stopping you from leaving. So why?” Chara demanded, “Why did you return? To mock me? To torment me?”

“No…” Frisk answered quietly, “To save you.”

Their answer didn’t make any sense. Chara stared back, unable to even articulate a response. Instead, they slammed Frisk against the wall again. “Liar!” Chara cried out, “You expect me to believe that?”

“It’s the truth!” Frisk squirmed and pulled on Chara’s hands to no avail, “Escape isn’t worth anyone’s life. Not even yours, Chara!”

Chara’s fists clenched tighter around the slack of Frisk’s sweater. With a heave, they tossed the child to the side. Frisk splayed across the floor with a grunt.

“You are wrong,” Chara huffed, “And you… are a fool. Did you not learn the first time? I don’t care about your mercy.”

Frisk pulled themself to their feet. They straightened and returned Chara’s frenzied glare with a quiet gaze.

Chara continued, “I will not stop. This time I’ll take the souls, ignore you, and escape to the Surface. There, Asriel and I… we’ll…” Chara trailed off as Asriel’s face crossed their mind again. They sank to the floor, the air feeling heavier and heavier. “That traitor… he will never… he will never cooperate.”

The realization was like a knife twisting in their gut. Even with his betrayal, Asriel was always the most devoted. No one would be able to replace him. Despair crept into their heart as Chara realized they needed him more than Asriel needed them back. Chara had considered Frisk their greatest opponent, but it was Asriel who truly stood in their way.

Chara’s vision swam, so they turned their head away from Frisk, their hair falling in front of their face. Knowing the human was seeing them like this made their skin crawl, and they wished the ground would swallow them up. As Chara spoke, they held their breath to keep their voice from shaking. “Leave.”

Frisk hesitated, surely coming up with a response. Mockery? Pity? Chara wouldn’t bear it.

“Out of my sight! Now!” Chara shouted; their roar made the air tremble. Frisk didn’t wait to be told again. The sound of scuffling footsteps faded from earshot, and soon Chara was alone in the silence once more.

Finally, Chara let the tears fall from their eyes. They were disgusted with the way their breath hitched and sobbed no matter how much they tried to stifle it. Asriel did this to them. Asriel would have to pay.

Chara indulged in several minutes of sickening self pity before they finally wiped their face. Looking around, it took Chara a moment before they registered just where they were. They were deep within the Ruins, just outside the chamber Frisk had fallen into. But that didn’t make sense. From Chara’s experience, time could only be turned back to the most recently fixed point. Frisk should have been returned to just before their battle, perhaps in the jail. Instead, here they were, back to the moment they first met. Was Frisk not confined to the same limits of time travel?

Chara shook their head. They couldn't think about this now. Only one thing mattered: Asriel’s punishment. Drawing the will to stand, Chara pushed themselves upright to follow the child.

In one way or another, Frisk had made it past all the traps, through the house, and—presumably—out the exit. It was for the best; Chara couldn’t stand to cross paths with the child again. Inside the house, they paused to collect a large padlock they had stored in a table drawer. It was heavy and nearly the size of a text book with ornate designs engraved across it. The lock was imbued with abjuration magic, made specifically to lock the Ruins after Asriel was nearly killed by the human years ago. The lock would render any door unbreachable by human or monster, and Chara held the only key.

Chara carried the device with them into the basement, down the hall, and to the large exterior doors that lead to the snow draped forests beyond. The doors were slightly ajar, revealing a set of footprints that dotted the snow off into the distance.

Chara sighed, taking one last look at the snowy view, before pulling the doors shut. For decades, the lock had only been placed on the outside, removed only when Chara came through to patrol the ruins or escort monsters between Home and Snowdin. Today, for the first time, the doors would be locked from the inside with Chara within. They looped the padlock through the handles of the door, and when they snapped it into place, the doors shuddered and clamped together with a jolt. Chara traced a fingernail down the seam of the two doors. No one would be passing through without their permission.

Confronting Asriel directly was not an option. After all, any progress made with Asriel could be undone by Frisk. Not to mention they weren’t even sure what they could tell him. Asriel’s traitorous inclinations were buried deep into his core, waiting until Chara was at their most desperate to stab them in the back.

But there was one tactic that Frisk would be unable to interfere with. Silence. If Chara withdrew to the Ruins without a word, Asriel would surely blame himself for Chara’s sudden absence. Chara knew Asriel well: he’d beg for Chara’s return and apologize for things he didn’t do, all the while ignorant of his traitorous compulsions. Cruel, perhaps, but nothing was as cruel as what he had done in those erased timelines.

Chara checked their phone. They already had one message from Asriel inquiring as to when they’d return home. The caretaker marked it as read before slipping it back into their pocket.

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As predicted, Asriel came to the door and stayed all night long. Knocking, calling, pleading-- Chara relished each pathetic attempt at reconciliation. He deserved to be confused, heartbroken, and alone, just as Chara was. Over the course of the day Chara received messages from Asgore, Toriel, and many other monsters. They all asked the same thing: Are you okay? Do you want to talk? We found this human named Frisk, do you know them? Even Muffet demanded an explanation. Chara would have to deal with her later.

Leaving everyone wondering and begging for answers was the only power Chara had left. Word was getting to the monsters in Home as well, evidenced by the additional messages piling up on their phone. Chara ignored them too. Eventually they would realize they were trapped on this side of the door as well, unwilling hostages in Chara’s scheme.

No matter. The monsters deserved to be trapped. Every one of them was just like Asriel: eager to please and sentimental to a fault. Chara had devoted their entire life to serving them and in return they never offered to help collect the souls that would free them. In fact, Chara had to resort to time travel to push them in the right direction for just an ounce of support. They all deserve to rot in this dark, claustrophobic hell.

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“So you just let a human walk on by?” Muffet inquired in a sing-song voice, “That doesn’t seem much like the great caretaker at all!”

The two of them were sitting in her parlor, each on a lavish chair. A full tea set complete with baked goods sat on a low table between them, though Chara knew better than to partake in it. Spider legs stuck out of the scones like coarse hairs, and they couldn’t even imagine what the tea had been steeped with.

“Yes. Well.” Chara said, looking down at their lap, “There is not much I can do about it now.”

“Oh yes, I imagine the sweet thing is the new royal favorite, aren’t they?” Muffet’s fanged smile turned up in a mocking grin, “The queen has always had a soft spot for filthy little strays. You know that better than anyone, right, dearie?”

Chara bit back a retort. With time no longer under their control, they had to be careful while inside of her lair. It had been a week since they sealed the Ruins, and Muffet was the only person they had spoken to since. The crime lord wasn’t their first choice of confidant, of course, but she had been insisting on meeting and they knew better than to reject her invitation.

“I suppose so,” they responded softly.

Muffet giggled to herself, then suddenly reached for the plate of cookies between them. It was only after she grabbed a couple treats that Chara realized they had flinched when she moved. They tried to relax but the attempt only made them more tense.

“So, is that why you locked the exit? Had a bit of a falling out with the in-laws?”

“Something like that.” Chara frowned, “I’d rather not talk about it.”

“Oh of course, a lady like me wouldn’t dream of indulging in distasteful gossip! Instead, I have a business proposition~”

Chara straightened. In their current circumstance, they didn’t have much in the way of influence or leverage.

“How can I be of service?” they asked.

“I want to relocate,” Muffet paused to bite into one of her cookies. It sounded... crunchy. “You see, the Ruins are awfully drafty, and the cold isn’t good for my constitution. I was thinking about moving in the next year or so, but now that you’ve so... graciously sealed us all in here, I predict the traffic in my shop will be slowing down considerably.”

“Understood.” Chara nodded, “I will make an exception for you and open the d—”

“I wasn’t finished, Chara.” Muffet said, her voice lowering. There was a tense pause before she smiled again, “I want a limousine~”

“A—A what?” Chara asked, incredulous.

“A heated limousine that will chauffer my employees and I all the way to Hotland,” she gestured to the spiders that skittered between the tea cups, “A necessary luxury to ensure we make it safely through the biting cold of Snowdin. Should be a simple task for a monarch, correct?”

“Of course. Leave it to me.” Chara smiled, “Is that all?”

“Not much for business, are you, Chara?” Muffet smirked, “This is where you negotiate the terms of the agreement~”

“No need. I am happy to do this as a gesture of goodwill.” Chara outstretched their hand—it wasn’t trembling anymore, thankfully—and Muffet gave it a dainty shake.

Once Chara was safely out of Muffet’s lair, they heaved a sigh of relief. Somehow they had managed to leave in one piece despite Muffet’s attempts to bait them. Now they just had to figure out how to serve her outrageous demands. Chara fished their phone out of their pocket, dismissed several dozen missed calls and text notifications, and opened their address book. They were going to need to call in some discreet favors.

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One month had passed since they sealed the Ruins. It wasn’t easy, but Chara managed to arrange for Muffet’s departure without alerting the Dreemurrs. Eventually, the royals found out the Ruins door had been briefly opened which led to a fresh barrage of calls, messages, and knocking on the resealed door, all of which Chara ignored, of course.

Chara walked the streets of Home late at night, the crystals in the ceiling sparkling above. They could feel the eyes of the monsters on them, but after weeks of Chara ignoring and scowling in return, the monsters had given up on approaching them. Wordlessly, they did their weekly shopping at the local market. As a member of the royal family, Chara had never needed to pay for any necessities, and it seemed the benefits even extended here. It was only fair compensation, of course. After all, Chara was still serving the undeserving monsters by patrolling the Ruins every day for human threats.

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“Ugh, really?” Chara muttered. They were nearly done with their patrol, having reached the large trap of spikes that was circled with a moat. Chara pushed down on the edge of the spike panel’s pressure plate with their foot, but the spikes failed to retract completely, the deadly points standing out by a few inches. It wasn’t a good sign: the springs inside were starting to give out. And if the springs snapped while Chara was standing above it…

Chara shuddered. They had witnessed that messy result and they didn’t care to experience it first hand. Typically, Chara would order replacement parts and perform maintenance themself, but the machinist that created the pieces was in New Home. Unsealing the door again was out of the question.

“Of course this would happen now,” Chara grumbled. They moved their foot off the plate and the spikes shot back into place. How many more compressions would it tolerate before it broke? Before Frisk came to the Underground, Chara could risk it and undo any unpleasant accidents, but if the past five months were any indication, Frisk was not nearly as eager to manipulate time. In fact, time had been rolled back only two times since Chara let the child go.

It was inconceivable. How could Frisk resist the urge to erase the inevitable little mistakes that ruined every day? Embarrassing moments, broken tea cups, scraped knees… all could be fixed in an instant with the right application of their power. To have such power and yet choose to carry the weight of their failures—it defied reason.

More importantly, if Chara suffered a tragic accident while isolated here, no one would come to their rescue… whether through time manipulation or otherwise.

“Unfortunate.” Chara said to themself with a resigned sigh, “I will have to dismantle them. All of them.” They turned around and headed back home. While they didn’t have access to their machinist anymore, they did have a few hand tools and plenty of time.

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Eight months had passed since Chara had let Frisk go. As they walked the path of the now defanged Ruins, they revised and repeated their old plan over and over. If they could just get one more soul to replace Frisk, they would have the seven required to break the barrier and purify the Surface. The only thing missing, of course, was a willing monster to absorb them.

They reached the end of their patrol: the entrance to the Underground for lost, unlucky humans. The chamber was empty, as it had been every day since Frisk fell in. Chara walked into the center of the room and stared up into the vacant darkness looming above. One hundred years had passed on the Surface and only eight humans had fallen in that time. How long would it take for another to arrive? Ten years? Thirty? Without the help of their powers Chara could very well die before seeing the next human soul.

Chara turned to leave, but did a double take as they glimpsed a glimmer of gold on the ground. They kneeled and pushed the grass aside to reveal a small yellow bud, barely beginning to open.

“It cannot be…” Chara breathed, “A Golden Flower?”

Golden Flowers were common on the Surface, but had no presence in the Underground. Chara was so sure of this that they had incorporated them into their original plan over 20 years ago. By requesting to see the wild flowers on their deathbed, Chara could ensure Asriel would cross the barrier with their corpse in tow.

Or at least, that was what should have happened.

Chara clenched their teeth at the bitter memory. It was the first of many perfect plans ruined by Asriel’s cowardice. The caretaker grasped the plant and ripped it out of the ground by the root.

Immediately, Chara felt a pang of regret. They stared down at the pathetic thing. Their favorite flower, somehow growing in this dark, sunless prison. When had it taken root? Did some seeds blow in from the Surface? Or were they brought in by a... passenger?

Chara shook their head. Regardless of how it was introduced to the Underground, it was now a part of the Ruins—their Ruins. It didn’t deserve to suffer for Asriel’s mistakes. Reflexively, Chara attempted to turn back time, but nothing happened.

With a sigh, they returned the flower to where it was and buried its roots back into the soil. The stem was bent and it wouldn’t stay upright, but weeds were resilient. With a little help, it might still make it.

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Chara hesitated before their latest masterpiece, knife in hand. Resting on a serving plate was a beautiful, hand crafted chocolate ganache cake. Strawberries perched on top of the silky dark topping, and the intoxicating aroma filled the house. Somehow, even without their powers, it had turned out almost too perfect to eat.

Emphasis on "almost". Carefully, Chara slid the knife through the decadent construction and placed a slice on their plate. They paused to admire the moist cross section before sliding a fork through the end and taking a bite.

Absolute bliss.

"Not bad for a humble birthday cake," Chara said to themself. They were thirty-seven today. Chara looked across the dining table into the empty living room. The only sound was the fire crackling in the hearth, emitting heat for a one person abode. They wished this house wasn’t nearly identical to the one in New Home; the similarities made it too easy to imagine Toriel in her chair, Asgore in the kitchen, and Asriel leaning on the table with his elbows, big goofy grin on his face. The Dreemurrs loved birthdays, always spending weeks preparing for a large and lavish party.

This was the first birthday they had spent alone since they were thirteen. They had forgotten how miserable it could be.

Chara checked their phone. They had over one hundred notifications that had come in just today. They scrolled through to find the only contact that mattered: Asriel.

“Happy birthday, Chara!!” the message read, “Mom and Dad and I are thinking about you lots! We even got you a gift, so I hope we can give it to you one day! Wherever you are, take good care of yourself, okay?” A line of party and heart related emojis followed.

Chara read the message over and over. Asriel’s texts would always fill them with disgust and hatred, but not today. Instead Chara just felt… lonely. It was a pathetic, shameful feeling, but a true feeling nonetheless. Despite all the ways Asriel had disrespected them, Chara couldn’t hide from the fact that they missed him.

The caretaker allowed themself to vocalize a thought they had been pushing out of their mind for months. “Maybe…” Chara spoke, their soft voice breaking the quiet, “Maybe it is time to go home.”

They sighed, resigning themself. The eternal silent treatment was never a realistic plan, and while Asriel was the intended subject of the punishment, it was unpleasant to Chara, too. Scrolling up through his messages, Asriel had sent hundreds upon hundreds over the past year begging them to “just talk”. All had gone unanswered. The confusion and desperation in those messages were clear; he was perfectly primed for a reconciliation.

But Chara wanted more than reconciliation. More important than companionship was freedom. Freedom not just for undeserving monsters, but most importantly, freedom for themself.

“There is still a way,” Chara muttered to themself, “I simply… pushed Asriel too quickly. Asriel always responded better to a softer approach.” Chara stood, pacing.

“We will delay soul fusion until the end of my natural life. Nothing barbaric or tragic. My dying wish will be to live on within him. He cannot turn down my final request.”

Chara nodded, they could see it now. After a few decades, Chara would peacefully pass from their old, frail body into Asriel’s strong, youthful one, a benefit of his species’ long life span.

“Then we gather the rest of the souls. But not right away. Asriel will need some time to adjust to sharing a vessel with me. But he will with time. Perhaps even the child can be convinced to willingly donate their soul to the cause.” Even though Frisk wouldn’t be a child anymore, it was hard to imagine Frisk as anything but a meddling brat. Honestly, they’d probably still be a brat in thirty years.

“If not, that is... fine. The child can be suffered to live.” The decision was a reluctant one, but giving mercy to such an undeserving creature gave Chara a pleasant feeling of self-righteousness. After all, it didn’t really matter if Frisk lived or died. The important thing was purifying the Surface and breaking the barrier. One human would not make a difference.

“Yes. This will work.” A smile crept onto Chara’s face and their heart thrummed with excitement. They would return to Asriel, who would embrace them with utmost relief and joy. After all, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and Asriel had shown no signs of giving up on them.

Chara would enjoy a long life in the company of their loved ones until the day they would embrace their prophesied purpose as the Underground’s savior.

It would require patience, but their splendid utopia was once again within reach. They began planning their grand return.

chapter 10 // end

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#undertale #chara #the caretaker of the ruins #undertale spoilers #main comic #chapter 10 #story summary #amazing that chapter 1-9 took place in one day #but this chapter is a year long

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spidernana · 3 years

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Give us Frans!... Pretty please?

Let's go by species~

(Just fyi, in the myth monster world, soulmates aren't a thing ^_^ )

The Lamias-

Cobalt's Frisk is a middle-aged writer, living in a cabin out in the woods. After a particularly terrible winter storm, she finds a starving, freezing snake mythic curled up on her porch, trying to absorb the warmth coming from beneath her door. She lets him in, though it could very well mean her death, letting a hungry monster into her home... and once he has recovered, he stays nearby, bringing her little gifts and being far more friendly than she would have anticipated from a lone mythic far from its usual clime. Their relationship grows (he shows her his den, and she makes him a sweater, he brings her pretty rocks, and she clears out a pool near the house for him to cool himself in-), and when the next winter comes, she invites him to stay with her. He accepts, and never leaves.

King's Frisk is the owner of a wildlife preserve that specializes in mythics, maintaining the wide expanse of forest and mountains all on her own despite her missing leg. One day, she comes upon a creature that she's never seen before, dreadfully wounded from a near-fatal battle, and though he reacts violently to her presence and offers to help, she still extends the invitation to take up residence in one of the caves near her cabin, and the food she offers (he eats all of her field rations, complaining the entire time). He makes no move to follow when she leaves, but she sees enormous snake tracks in the dirt around the cabin the very next day, and though she never sees him, all the offerings of food she leaves out for him on the large rock beside the house are always gone, so she assumes he's doing well. He lingers after he's healed, instead of going back to the desert where he comes from, determined to "pay back his debt", but what that has to do with all the flirting she has no idea.

Asper's Frisk is a geologist, venturing into the wilderness alone in search of rare minerals. She had heard that an abandoned mine of exceptionally rare blue jade lay deep in the mountains, and made her way there without even considering the rumors that told of a ravenous, hideous beast that lay within. She found the mine too... and the beast, a nearly blind, gigantic snake mythic that immediately attempted to eat her. She managed to wedge herself into a spot he couldn't reach, and from there convinced the surprisingly intelligent creature into sparing her... though he quickly became overly attached, deliberately misleading her into wandering further into the mine instead of out of it to keep her from leaving. He provided for her, an expert swimmer and fisherman, and cherished her completely, but she wasn't happy, and he knew it. In time, he led her to the entrance, unable to follow because of the pain the sun caused his terribly poor vision, and though she left, leaving him weeping with loneliness and despair... she also returned with camping gear, lingering there and slowly coaxing him out of his far too cramped, too dark mine, getting him used to the sun so he could truly live again, without fear. He had called her his mate from the beginning, but her devotion and care attached him to her all the more.

The Blaster Beasts (Beast clan)-

Wander's Frisk is a flower girl from a small village along his path, and his very favorite customer. He makes a point of finding the prettiest brooches he can to "discount" for her when he stops in her little hamlet, knowing she would come by to flirt with him just as fervently as he intended to flirt with her. Sadly, his identity as a member of the beast clan comes out, and though he manages to escape capture, Frisk is accused of lying with him and being cursed as well, and is sentenced to burn. He assumes his far more powerful form to rescue her from her terrible fate, stealing her away to the mythic's kingdom to save her. He assumes she will want nothing to do with him, after having her life ruined by association with him, but she assures him that she had no life there anyway, the best times she could remember being when he was in town. She'd rather travel the world at his side than be stuck in some tiny village for the rest of her life.

Brutus' Frisk is a captured princess from one of the remaining free human realms, meant to be a member of the king's harem. She escapes from her captivity, refusing to be nothing more than a trophy and a child-bearer for the rest of her days, and Brutus, the king's most prized hunter, is sent after her. He finds her with exceptionally little trouble, expected of one of such skill as he... but returning her is something he just can't do. Love at first sight is a funny, funny thing, and something he's never experienced before. Both he and her become fugitives of the kingdom, and though the two have their struggles (he's a pretty big bonehead, and has a lot to learn about how to treat humans right), in time they find their own peace.

Cerberus' Frisk was an acrobat and contortionist at the circus where he is held captive, and is the only one of them brave enough to agree to feeding and tending to the beast called no more than 'Freakshow'. He is a gentle and quiet thing, despite his odd and fearsome appearance, despite his reputation for lashing out, and she spends many lonely nights outside his cage talking to him, telling him stories, jokes, of her hopes and dreams. He never speaks to answer, but his affection for her is unyielding, and he truly begins to look forward to her coming to him at the end of the day. Sadly, his usefulness to the circus has ended, with his refusal to perform or breed, and it is announced that he is to be killed, sold for parts to mythic hunters. Frisk can't bear the thought, and one night steals the keys to his cage, setting him free and fleeing with him as far as they can run. They settle high in the mountains near a small farming town, where Frisk takes on odd jobs and entertains children with her flexibility, and Cerberus, his new name, is the best sheepherder they've ever had.

The Tengus

Raven's Frisk is a landscape photographer, and teams up with him often to take rare and extraordinary pictures that very few others are privy to, a partnership that earns them both more and better business. She seems to be completely immune to his charms, something that frustrates him to no end, as he's met very few females he's wanted to be with more. He resists calling his lingering attraction love, it's just not in his blood to settle, but he has a hard time denying it when his soul literally leaps in his chest every time he sees her. The two are currently at an impasse, though Raven finds himself thinking fondly of nests and eggs far too often, and has stopped seeing other women in the hope that she will notice.

Ash's Frisk is the heiress to a large corporation, stolen while on vacation at a nearby resort to be his bride. Ash had never seen a more beautiful woman than her, unable to imagine a better queen to rule beside him in his desert kingdom (or a better treasure to possess), but hadn't anticipated the sheer stubbornness she was capable of, saying nothing of how SPOILED she was. He considers just letting her go more than once, incredibly frustrated with her and her refusal to give into him, but he is just as stubborn as she is, and encouraged by her capability to tease him nearly mindless... perhaps she's not as immune to him as she pretends to be.

Ghost's Frisk is a bone witch that lives deep in the woods he protects, his one-time pupil and long-time mate. They were together before his injury, partners in protecting the forest and the people within, and she nursed him back to health after finding him nearly dead. She was utterly brokenhearted when he barely remembered her afterwards, nothing but the acknowledgment that she was his mate remaining behind, but loves him still, even if he has changed so utterly. She works to protect those that deserve it from his rages.

The Aquatic Monsters-

Aqua's Frisk is a swimming champion, and was first introduced to him while swimming the English Channel, on one of his many trips around the world. He seduced her quite easily, with the power of his song, and as is usual for a male of his species, went on his way afterwards... but could never seem to forget her, making his way back to her after only a few months. The attraction was mutual, though painful, as it was his nature to wander and breed as much as he could, but Frisk always welcomed him back, when he returned to her home by the sea.

Regin's Frisk was a fisherman's widow, her husband lost at sea and leaving her alone in her home in the bay. Every night she would sit on the end of the pier and sing the song he had once loved dearly, hoping it would bring him back to her one day... instead, it drew in an enchanted, enamored leviathan. He would repose in the mouth of the bay each night, listening to the haunting but beautiful cries and melodies, and one night swam all the way into the little bay to be nearer to her song, nearly overflowing the waters, he was so large. It became a habit of his, and eventually his undoing; one night, as he drifted to sleep under the power of the song, the tide lessened the waters in the bay, and trapped him there all winter, kept alive only through Frisk spending the last of her money to bring fish in from town to feed him. He repaid her each day with fine treasures fished up from the bottom of the bay, as well as items of his own jewelry, and once spring came, he left the bay... only to return with a new treasure, a collar that transformed him to a smaller size and enabled him to finally show the true depth of his thankfulness and admiration.

Nautilus' Frisk is a selkie, separated from her pod by strong tides and a terrible storm. She was stranded in the shipwreck reef, but there were worse fates... there were plenty of fish, no predators, and no fishermen that dared brave the reef to potentially capture her. What she didn't know what that there was one predator... one that had been watching her since she washed into his reef, and had decided he liked her playfulness and joy too much to attempt to eat her. Curious thing that she is, in love with adventure and the many shiny things the wrecks had to offer, she wanders one day into Nautilus' den... and isn't nearly as afraid of the kraken as she should be. She loves to bother him, after she knows he's there, and he's far too indulgent of her games and teasing, sometimes even pretending to chase her just to make her make that cute little squeal of surprise. When she decides she wants to move in, he doesn't stop her.

The Driders-

Aranea's Frisk was his very first wife, before the time of his immortality. Heavily abused by her husband because of her inability to bear children, he rescued her and took her to his own home, to show her the love she really deserved. Through oviposition, he was able to give her children as well, and they lived happily for some time, until she fell deathly ill. Devastated by the potential loss of her, Aranea went to the ancient gods in supplication, to ask for a single piece of ambrosia to heal her, but he was cast from their kingdom and nearly killed for trying, left terribly wounded. By the time he was able to return home, his wife had already passed away, leaving him brokenhearted and bitter. One of the gods, the goddess of love, had followed him from their kingdom, however, moved by his plea and the love of his soul, and pitied his loss, giving him the gift of immortality so long as he was able to continue to spread his love to others that so desperately needed it. He considered the blessing a curse, for some time, wanting nothing more than to join his wife in death, but found his calling in saving other women in need from dire situations, and ascended in legend to become, himself, a minor god, and has lived through the ages doing his best to love and receive love in return. He never forgot the first, though, and keeps the painting he had done of her in his own private chambers.

Shale's Frisk began as merely one of his many conquests, a working-class woman looking for something a little different in her life. Everything was going according to his plan, him keeping emotional distance from her to keep from getting attached in preparation of leaving her once his babies are born, but she... she was different than the others. He was used to targeting women only interested in the breeding kink... he'd made a mistake and found a maternal woman, fully prepared to settle down with the spiderlings she was incubating. She certainly doesn't let him take them from her once she's had them. He starts getting attached to her as well, placed in a completely unfamiliar and unanticipated situation where his babies are... actually wanted.

Nox's Frisk is a forest ranger, and came across one of his babies completely by accident. The poor, defenseless thing had been stuck in a glue trap, placed by the company hunting the rouge scorpion mutant, and she took it home and cared for it in lieu of finding out just exactly what it was, completely lost and having never seen anything like it before. The moment that night fell, though, Nox came searching for his missing baby, convinced that she had taken it by force and was keeping it prisoner, and only spared her the terrible fate he had planned for her because of how well cared for, fed, and happy his baby was. He lingered outside her town for far too long, after that, watching her in the dark, sometimes speaking with her through her windows, and, after he seemed to be convinced of her kindness, started to bring his babies to her, to assuage their need for warmth and light and softness that he just couldn't give them himself. She would buy them stuffed animals and plush blankets, make them warm, soft food suited for the young monsters and snuggle them til they fell asleep, and all the while Nox watched her, considering and silent. When the company grew too close to linger in one place any longer, he left... but he took Frisk with him, and not entirely against her will.

#myth monsters #frans #frisk x sans #monster mates #monster breeding #lamias #driders #beast clan #blaster beasts #tengus #sea creatures #long post #loooooong post #seriously #settle in

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smells-like-mettaton · 3 years

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If your still taking ficlet requests, mayhaps 45 with soriel?

Settlers of Catan

Rating: G Word Count: 1106 Prompt: "under the influence" - I took a pretty different route with it, hope you still like it! Read on AO3: here

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“No! Sans, don’t fall prey to her conniving influence!” Papyrus said as Sans prepared to trade his wheat card for one of Toriel’s brick cards.

“I’m just trying to build a road, bro.” Sans gestured to the edge of the Catan board, where his lonely blue settlement had nearly been cut off by Frisk’s orange ones. It didn’t help that Sans had built on a brick port, only for eights to never be rolled. He was gonna have to resort to loading the die at this rate.

“I have only as many points as you do, Papyrus,” Toriel said innocently. “If anyone is ‘conniving’ here, it is my child.”

Frisk grinned widely at that. Sans was pretty sure Toriel was letting Frisk win, but it was still sweet to see them having such a good time.

Even if he was going to come back and totally crush them.

“I still have a bad feeling about this,” Papyrus grumbled, peering suspiciously over the top of his cards.

“Welp, unless you’ve got a brick for me, I’ve gotta take her deal.”

“Fine, but I will be telling you I told you so!”

Sans shrugged and completed the trade, built his two roads, and passed the dice along to Toriel.

After rolling (a four) and collecting her resources (two ore), she began laying down combinations of cards in rapid succession.

“Woah.” Sans’s sockets widened. He needed to take Toriel to poker night—she’d had twice the amount of cards he’d thought she had. Having giant paws probably helped hide them, but he had no doubt it was intentional.

“Two cities,” she said with a hint of smugness. “You really should listen to your brother, Sans.”

“I told you so.” Papyrus sounded even more self-satisfied, despite the fact that she had completely surpassed his score with that move.

“Geez.” Sans shook his head while Toriel replaced two white settlements with cities. That would double the amount of ore she got every time a four was rolled.

Which was distinctly more often than it should be. Had someone else loaded the dice? If Toriel had gravity magic like him, he would’ve bet on it.

“I’ve got a long road ahead of me to catch up now,” he joked, though his eyelights searched for a weakness in her strategy. He sure wouldn’t be trading with her again anytime soon. Much as he adored her smug look, there was no room for sentimentality in Settlers of Catan.

“You wish you had a long road,” Frisk signed, then held up their Longest Road card, which they’d earned for connecting their settlements across the board.

“Hey, settle down. It’s road to rub it in.”

“Oh, stop complaining and grab your sheep!” Papyrus said. He’d already rolled a five, which did in fact earn Sans a sheep.

“Thanks for sheeping track for me.” Sans winked.

“Ugh!! Just for that, I’m using my knight on you!” Papyrus flipped over a hidden card that allowed him to block and steal one of Sans’s resources.

“You sure you don’t want to use it on Tori? She’s the one who’s kicking our pelvises.”

Papyrus squinted, his skull swiveling between Sans and Toriel. Toriel sat with her hands primly in her lap, her poker face revealing nothing.

Sans started to sweat. Would sibling rivalry win out over Papyrus’s own logic? It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Nyeh… fine! Miss Toriel, I must steal from you! It is nothing personal, just the most rational move for a master puzzler such as myself!”

“Of course.” Toriel smiled, then help up her empty hands. “However, I spent the last of my resources on my last turn. I am afraid I have nothing to give you.”

Papyrus’s jaw dropped. “How did I… well, I can still block your dastardly ore mine! So! It is still a victory for the Great Papyrus! Nyeh heh heh!!”

Sans hadn’t noticed that Toriel was out of cards, either. He watched her closely from then on, making sure she wasn’t hiding any inside the thick sleeves of her sweater.

“See something you like?” Toriel’s voice was innocent, though her quick wink was anything but. Heat broke out across his face.

“Your wheat,” he said, flipping over a hidden monopoly card, which allowed him to take all of one type of resource. “Hand it over, swheaty.”

With a bark of laughter, she slid him two wheat cards. Papyrus grumbled and forked over his three wheat, and Frisk tossed a couple as well.

There was only one problem. Distracted by Toriel’s wink, Sans hadn’t examined his own cards closely enough. He couldn’t do anything with seven wheat. He’d meant to ask for brick.

(He blamed the fact that the wheat pun had been too good to pass up.)

Frisk’s presence stopped him from cursing under his breath, but he still glared a hole in his cards. If he traded in enough wheat…

He made a few inefficient exchanges of resources. By the end of it, he could at least build one settlement. It wasn’t much compared to Toriel’s empire or even Frisk’s transcontinental road, but it was something.

“That was rather anticlimactic,” Papyrus noted.

“The workings of my mind are unknowable,”Sans bluffed with a straight face. Then he passed Toriel the dice. “Just roll with it.”

Papyrus had been the one to organize the “Family Game Night,” but regret was etched into his expression.

“Next Family Game Night will be at the bowling alley,” he told Sans. “That way, I can roll you!”

Sans grinned. “Cool. I’m sure we’ll have a bowling ball.”

“UGH!!”

A few more anticlimactic turns passed before the dice returned to Sans. He rolled a seven, forcing him to move the blocking token off of Toriel’s ore factory.

That was fine. What were the odds that another four would—

Okay. Sans should definitely leave the betting to someone else for a while. Preferably Toriel, with the way her luck was running tonight.

Between her cities and ports, she was able to trade in enough ore to build several roads, taking the Longest Road away from Frisk.

“Betrayed by a mother! How cruel!” Papyrus gasped as Frisk glared at their mom.

“All is fair in love and Catan, is it not?” She smiled at them. “That is my tenth point. It has been a pleasure ‘owning’ you all.”

Frisk stuck out their tongue, and Papyrus groaned—though that was probably at her joke more than at the fact that he lost. Sans couldn’t bring himself to be mad, though. That look on Toriel’s face as all her cards fell into place…

Yeah, Sans was ‘owned,’ alright.

#fic tag #tali writes #soriel #prompt requests #safeutdr #ive been wanting to write a fic where the fam plays settlers of catan for a while now #i hope you dont mind squarefriend

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imtrashraccoon · 5 months

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The return of Undyne! Yay!

@scrambledmeggys

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Day 19: Karaoke

A series of sharp knocks on the door startled you out of the book you'd been reading. A quick glance at the deadbolt proved it to be securely locked, which was slightly reassuring.

Frisk scooted a bit closer to you and wrapped their arms around your body. You pulled them into your lap and held them close in an effort to comfort them. You didn't know who was at the door but you really hoped they would just go away.

Papyrus entered the room looking confused and he glanced at you wordlessly. You shrugged in response and he turned to the door, studying it thoughtfully. He strode over and opened it, although he left the chain in place rather than completely unlock it.

"Hey Papyrus, I..."

He immediately shut the door as soon as you'd registered it was Undyne who was outside.

She pounded on the door again. "Aw come on! We just wanted to hang out, nothing more, I swear!" Her voice was rather muffled by the door but because of the volume, you could easily hear what she was saying.

Papyrus started to walk away from the door, seemingly intending to ignore Undyne. Instead he moved to the couch but before he could sit down, you frowned slightly.

"What? Do Not Look At Me Like That, I Am Not Letting Her In So She Can Hurt Either Of You," he grumbled.

"Yeah, I figured," you said.

Papyrus narrowed his eye sockets at you. "No, You Cannot Be Serious. We Barely Got Her To Leave Last Time Without Her Killing You Or Frisk...Again." His voice seemed to tremble slightly at the last part which made you feel pretty bad.

"But what if she was telling the truth? Things would be better if we were on the good side of the literal Captain of the Royal Guard, right?" you pressed.

He sighed and ran a hand over his face. "I Swear, You Have No Survival Instincts Whatsoever. Fine, But Do Not Say I Did Not Warn You If This Goes Badly."

You chuckled and flashed him a triumphant grin. "I'll keep that in mind, Handsome." You did not however say the rest of what you were thinking and risk making him more annoyed.

You were starting to wonder if he was capable of saying no to you if he had caved that quickly. No, you totally weren't filing this away for future testing.

< ~ - . - ~ >

Undyne really had just come by to hang out and she'd even brought her friend Alphys with, who you found out was the Royal Scientist.

Alphys was a short lizard monster with yellow scales covering her body although she had lighter scales on her torso and underneath her tail. She had yellow eyes framed by a pair of round glasses. She also had a head frill with three points, sharp teeth, manicured sharp claws, and small spikes that went down her spine to the tip of her tail. Besides her winter gear, she was wearing a red and grey striped sweater and a black ankle length skirt.

Alphys seemed to be a bit of a shy monster but as soon as you were introduced, all of that shyness evaporated. You quickly realized she was absolutely fascinated by you and she asked so many questions about the surface and human culture that you could hardly keep up.

Sans popped in at some point and while he was surprised at first, seemed to relax once he realized what was going on. Well, he was doing a good job at acting relaxed because you could tell he seemed to be keeping a closer eye on you and Frisk than he normally did.

Speaking of, Frisk was acting the perfect picture of the adorable angel that they were. While they were a bit shy at first and clung to you with their trademark koala hug, they seemed to warm up quickly and started a conversation with Undyne. While she struggled a little bit to understand them and you had to translate quite a bit, she soon started to grasp what Frisk was saying and you surmised she was reading their Intent to do so.

Undyne was a lot calmer today and while things were rather awkward, especially with how on edge you could tell Papyrus was, you did your best to make polite conversation where you could. She seemed genuinely interested in hearing about the surface though and wasn't acting hostile at all.

"Have you ever seen any anime?" Alphys asked you.

"I've seen a few series, like Pokemon or Naruto, but that was back when I was a kid. There's a lot more nowadays but I'm afraid I'm not familiar with them."

"I see..." Alphys seemed slightly disappointed to hear that but she moved on to the next question rather than continue to dwell on it. "What about karaoke? Have you ever done that?"

You shook your head, "I haven't but I didn't exactly have many friends to do it with. I was, admittedly, an awkward teenager and didn't really click with a lot of my classmates."

"Wait, you seriously haven't?!" Alphys gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. "We should totally do it together some time! You could experience it for the first time!"

You chuckled at her enthusiasm. "Sure, but fair warning, I can't promise I'm any good at singing."

Undyne chuckled, "Well, we aren't either but the point is to have fun, right?"

It only occurred to you later that you had seen a handful of places advertising karaoke nights back on the surface. If you ever got out of this pit, you were definitely going to check them out, maybe you could even take Alphys with you? Maybe you'd have to wrangle other people to come with though to make it less awkward. Still, you kept these thoughts to yourself for now as you weren't sure if you really could trust either Undyne or Alphys just yet.

#selfshipufpap #undertale #underfell #underfell papyrus x reader #underfell papyrus #reader #named oc #the hand we've been dealt #thwbd #alternate universe #raccoons drabbles

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echo-of-sounds · 3 years

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not much of a birthday

Headcanons and a smut drabble for Aizawa’s birthday! I struggled to think of as many headcanons as I did for the other characters. Hopefully the smut makes up for it!

Warnings: it’s nowhere near as rough as the last one, but the smut does include a Daddy kink

Aizawa’s birthday is difficult. It’s not that he hates it. He’s just kinda… whatever about it. It makes planning a birthday party, or any celebration really, and buying presents a challenge.

Large gatherings aren’t his favorite. If you truly want to throw a birthday party, don’t make it a surprise party and only invite his closest friends (seven people max). Too many people mean he’s going to sulk in his room the entire time, not wanting to deal with the large, noisy crowd. He wants his birthday to be quiet and relaxing.

Buying presents is so damn difficult. He doesn’t really have hobbies or interests outside of being a teacher and a Hero. Well, he likes cats but you can’t buy a cat every single year. The best option is clothing. Everyone could always use new pairs of socks and underwear.

A leather wallet, beard softener, a simple, handsome sweater, and maybe a new type of coffee are also some options. He’s a laidback guy with laidback interests. Keep the presents to things he needs and will definitely use. If they’re too elaborate or eccentric, he’ll never get around to using it.

“I hope you like them,” you said with the best smile you could muster as you sat the presents on the coffee table. The wrapping was beautiful but the content wasn’t particularly intriguing.

Shouta unwrapped the first one: a package of socks. The next was a package of boxer briefs. Then two nice, simple T-shirts. Then a gift bag with a new brush, hair ties, reparative shampoo, and protein conditioner to prevent hair breakage from all the shit he puts it through.

He thanked you for each one.

“You’re welcome. But there’s one more.” You nodded to the last, most specialized one. It took a few weeks to finally think of and find something that wasn’t as plain as underwear.

He grabbed the flat present off the table and unwrapped it. The tape ripped easily, letting him see the dark brown leather padfolio. It fit his laptop, notebook, and had plenty of smaller pockets. It’d hopefully help him be just a little more organized in his commutes.

After looking through all of it, he gave a rare smile and kissed you, mumbling as he pulled away, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Happy birthday, Sho.” He narrowed his eyes when you stroked his cheek. “What?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“What is it?”

You sighed at his too-intense gaze, knowing he wasn’t going to let it go. “I’m glad you like the presents. I really am. I just… I guess I wish I could buy you something exciting and unique. I want to make you feel special.” You rubbed the back of his neck, massaging the strained muscles.

“You don’t need to buy me expensive things to make me feel special.”

“I know. I know that. But… I want to spoil you for at least one day and you make doing that incredibly difficult. I feel like you deserve something more for all that you do. I just want to spoil you,” you lightly laughed and kissed his temple. “For once.”

“You don’t need to-”

“I want to,” you whispered against his skin.

Shouta grabbed your hand and met your eyes. “These past few days have been more than I needed.” He kissed your nose then your mouth. “After weeks of screaming teenagers, a weekend with you is all I want,” he confided.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.” He drew you close and swung your leg over his lap. He lifted your shirt off, connecting a deep kiss after. His tongue wandered over yours. You sighed, casually grinding, pressing your breasts against him.

His hands drifted to your front and unbuttoned your pants. Without breaking the kiss, you stood. Rough hands slipped in the sides and yanked them and your underwear down. Fingers frisked you, not afraid of being brusque as they circled your clit, making you widen your stance, giving him more room to fondle.

Two fingers slipped in. They crudely waved as his palm grazed your clit. Your legs tensed and your spine curved towards him, wanting to be closer. But his clothes were still on. Leaving his lips for only one second, you removed his shirt. Pulling his sweatpants down was next and was awkward with his hand unabashedly prodding you.

A flick jolted your clit, stopping your actions. You gasped around his tongue, trying to moan his name. Another thwack jostled you. Shouta’s bitter rasp provoked you awfully, “You know what to call me.”

“Daddy,” you softly cried.

“Good girl,” he praised and tugged you into his lap. You couldn’t ask what he wanted you to do because his fingers reentered, just as crude, just as grazing. When you reached for him, he warned, “Don’t touch me.”

You didn’t object. Your head dropped to his shoulder through his fondling. The two fingers inside folded, growing rougher by the second. His other hand played with your thigh and ass, scratching and kneaded and nailing your skin raw.

Your hips jerked on their own. You tightened for the spank and reprimand, but it never came. Which was weird. You gently whispered, “Daddy?”

“Hmm?”

You didn’t know how to ask why he didn’t scold you like he normally does. Thankfully, you didn’t need to figure it out. Lips lined over your neck and shoulders. Hands rubbed along your sides and back, keeping you warmly close. He spoke hushedly, “I don’t want to punish you today. Just listen to me, okay?”

You sat up to see his smile and nodded. His thumb pulled your bottom lip down. “You’re a good girl. You can ride me now,” he granted with a deep kiss.

Lining him up, you lowered, sighing happily into his mouth. His heat and heft fit comfortably, perfectly inside. You wasted no time and hugged his shoulders as you began grinding. Arms embraced you. Lips and tongue skimmed your skin. Muscled thighs tensed and swayed with your hips.

He sped up. It excited you to do the same, craving to hear him groan. You wanted to give him the pleasure he always gave you. It was his birthday after all.

Raising on your knees, you bounced, stirring a hint of sound from him. It also motivated his hips to hump up. They met yours in the middle, nudging him nicely and loudly against your front wall. Your breasts bobbed with the faster motion. Heat encircled one. His first groan rippled over your nipple, sucking, damn near gnawing on it.

Black hair tangled around your fingers. You clung tight, keeping his mouth suckling. Your thighs hastened, hips hustled on, working up a thin sweat, tightening your body, almost there.

But he pulled away, halting your hips. You whimpered shamelessly, “Daddy, don’t.”

“Are you going to make me cum as well or should I do that myself?”

“No, it’s your birthday,” you panted, gripping his arm, jerking in his hands.

“I don’t think you can.”

You tucked into his neck. Hands grasped and arms lifted you up as he moved, laying you down on the couch, making sure your head rested on the pillows. He gutturally purred into your ear, “My birthday present is you. Let Daddy do it.”

Without waiting, he quickly snapped his hips. You scratched his back and moaned. His shoulder blades wavered with his humping. His thighs spread you bare. His back bowed beautifully.

The thrusts stopped. Your whine came out louder than expected. His heat deserted you when he sat up and pulled out, leering between your legs. Thumbs felt up and down your outer lips, petting with pressure. They bore heavily over your clit before caressing again, stretching you open, smoothing you closed, toying with all the delicate nerves. A particularly brutal sweep on your clit induced a high-pitched gasp. You clutched his forearm but his fingers continued. Your hips and thighs fidgeted, struggling to get away under his weight. His smirk did not go unnoticed.

You pawed his chest, fussing, “Please.”

Spit dripped from his mouth, slowly dribbling onto you. Thumbs persisted their patterns, now wetter, harsher.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please, Daddy, please, fuck me, please. I want you.”

“There you go.” He lifted your thigh to rest on his chest, lowered to kiss you, and resumed his thrusting. Your leg bobbed with his sinks. “Is this want you wanted?”

You nodded with a smile, scratching his sides. He paused mid-thrust and chided in a cautionary tone, “I may not punish you but you still need to be grateful.”

“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you.”

“That’s a good girl.”

“Really?”

“I promise.” Hot air puffed as his lips returned, so wet and so warm, heating more with his sweeping tongue. Hips slowly swayed. His scarred abs and hair-dusted chest fluttered under your fingers. Small flattery and honeyed words voiced into your mouth.

“I love you,” you breathed.

“I love you too.”

The softness faded. Thrusts steadily built up. Teeth pinched and pulled your bottom lip, taxing the sensitive skin. They moved to your neck next. Pinches turned to full-mouthed bites, running all over as he clamped hard, trying to mark you as much as possible.

“Daddy,” you choked out through the heightening breaths, seeking his permission.

His husky utter heated your skin, “You can cum. You don’t need to wait for me.”

“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you, thank you, thank-”

“Shhh,” he hushed into your neck.

Your nails rooted in his sides, signaling your looming release. Lips covered yours and swallowed your peaking moans. Wetly and weakly, you mumbled into his mouth, around his tongue, “More.”

He lifted until his tip remained inside then buried in with a heavy, strong thrust. His pace maintained heavy and strong too. His groans matched the intensity. Your hips and thigh hurt so wonderfully under his mass. Moans trapped in your throat, leaving you huffing, hot, and hanging.

Dry, jugular groans tipped you over, “Cum for me. I know you want to. Cum for Daddy.”

Your body went rigid with clamped muscles. Shallow breaths ceased. Heat flooded but no moans sounded. The internal pleasure kept you gasping for air through your release- gasping for his finish- gasping for your Daddy, who kissed and caressed your trembling frame.

When you slouched, he stood and kneeled over your shoulders, holding himself for you. He entered the second your lips opened, salty and throbbing. Using the armrest to support himself, his thrusts started anew. You gagged as he hit the back of your throat. But his hips didn’t slow.

Looking up, you could tell he was close. He glared at you. A blush painted his cheeks and chest. You snagged his ass, holding him in your mouth.

“Fuck.” He bucked further. Though it caused another gag, you still grappled at him, letting him fuck your throat. His grunts grated too low to understand, but you didn’t need to. Hair pressed to your nose as he drove fully inside. Joints locked. Fingers fastened in your hair. Liquid salt spurt, trickling, choking.

You sucked him as long and deep as you could until breath became your priority. You eventually tapped his thigh, needing air. Your mouth was emptied. Saliva and cum connected you to his depleted erection. The string split, driveling, messing your chin and breasts.

Before you could so much as move, Shouta nabbed his shirt and cleaned you, careful of your swollen lips and bruises. His scowl at his concentration was cute, slightly puffing his bottom lip out. He noticed and raised an eyebrow.

You waved it off, “Nothing. Happy birthday, Daddy.”

“Thank you. And thank you for the presents.” He finished his wiping and tenderly kissed you, lovingly brushing his tongue along your lips. “Tomorrow you can take me to a movie.”

You exhaled a dry laugh, “That’s not exactly exciting or unique but it’s a start, I guess. But right now, can you get me some ibuprofen? My neck’s sore.”

“And a heating pad?”

“Please and thank you.”

Shouta kissed you once more and went to get the items. You patiently waited, wanting to cuddle him for the rest of the night.

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Father Son Bonding Time [FNAFtale]

The barrier was destroyed only a few days ago. Everyone was overjoyed! We got to see the sun again. After oh so long. The golden rays that we gave up everything for, shone down on my face. The warmth, making my body relax like I never let it before. The sunset was more beautiful than I remembered… We sacrificed so much for the sun. Our hope, our innocence, the lives of children… I remember when I judged those poor souls…. They were so tormented by their lives on the surface… The children never fell into the underground… they all had jumped, hoping that. If they survived their falls, we would finish them off… Frisk was different from those children. They had an unspoken goal, when jumping down. Perhaps they had planned to free us? Like hell if I know. It seems to have been their goal from the beginning, and I will remain forever grateful…. We all will.

As twilight began to shine down from the heavens, I looked up in awe. “....I forgot how different stars are from my books…. They’re more beautiful than the glow worms at Lilygear…”

I spoke softly to myself. The other animatronics were already fast asleep. They all had partied till they dropped during the morning. But not me, I don’t have the energy for that. Being the only one awake, I decided to take a walk through the woods. There was something I needed to do, but couldn’t for many, many years… The hands of the trees claw at my dirty suit, as I make my way to a very special place, that I was only told of, when my inner cub first started to die. When I first outlived my own innocence.

I come to a clearing, as the gold of dusk starts to fade from sight. In the clearing, only God knows how many stones… These stones are special though. All of them cut into shape, some carved more beautifully than others. But they all have one thing in common, that no matter their differences, you can tell what these stones are supposed to be. Names and dates carved into them… Graves… I walk through the graveyard, respecting the dead as I go. Avoiding the mounds of dirt, and paying silent respect to them as I pass them by. I’m a bit too experienced with spirits, and I don’t want anyone to rise again because of me being a fool. I find what I’m looking for, and I teleport up the hill.

Up on the hill, standing alone, is an old, and broken grave. There’s moss growing almost everywhere on the grave. A large crack in one side of the grave. I smile sadly at the grave, and fix it up the best I can. I clean off some of the moss and dirt from the stone. I place an echo flower on the mound that has been overtaken with wild flowers. Once the grave is cleaned off a bit, I speak to the dead body that I know is no longer there. “....Hi dad… I'm sorry… I-I’m sorry that I didn’t visit you sooner… A lot of stuff happened over the years… I’m sure you know that though… You’ve been watching us from heaven after all…. Right….?”

I am met with silence. As I expected. As I actually hoped to be honest. My old man deserved to rest after all… No matter how much I miss him, I know what my dad deserved. He deserved peace, and the greatest luxuries in heaven. On my father’s grave it reads, ‘Henry Thomas Emily’. Below his name are two dates, ‘1923-1990’. Below that are a few nice words, wishing him peace in the afterlife, ‘The kindest man to have ever lived. A father. And a friend. Rest in peace, and return to the angels where you belong’.... Yeah, my father was an angel among men…. He was too kind for his own good. He was one of those people you couldn’t hate no matter how hard you tried. Hating him was a war that would never be won, but loving him was just as much of a losing game in the end. He gave to the poor and homeless in every way he could. Once during the winter, he came to Fredbear’s Family Diner in a t-shirt, because he gave his jacket and sweater to a homeless man. Not a few hours later, that same man found the diner, and my father gave him work. That man changed for the better thanks to my father. That wasn’t the only good thing that he did. He had a program for kids and adults alike, that allowed them to have free food, and shelter at the fazbear locations. He even put showers in some locations that provided free shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. He said that the customers were part of the fazbear family… I guess he really wanted to sell the whole “family” thing by making the restaurants be like a home. By stars, did that work…. So many guards that would lose their lives there saw each other as family… They saw us as family… They saw HIM as family….

Everything went down the drain when the children were killed. Seven innocent children, one of them being my sister. I had witnessed her death, actually… I was only a kid at the time. She was five, and I was thirteen. I was taking cake to children that day. They were all so demanding of me. The kids were greedy, and wanted cake all for themselves. The security puppet that was built to look after kids and help with the prize corner was stuck in her box. The kids had put some presents on top of her box, and she couldn’t get out. I couldn’t walk over, because I was too obedient to my code back then. Outside, my sister was locked out by the kids. They locked her out because she always got cake from me first, and she’d always get more attention from me. The purple man had killed her out in the rain… He left her body out by the dumpster…

When my father told me what happened that day, I was confused. I didn’t have a concept of death. I wasn’t programmed to know about that type of loss. I didn’t know why my dad was so sad after that man “took her to heaven”. All I knew was that heaven was a nice place that good people could only go to. Sure, Charlie could never come back, but if you stayed a good person you’d see your loved ones again eventually, right? Right…? It wasn’t till my father’s suicide that I understood his grief… My brother and I were on stage after a long day of work, just resting. My father walked up to me, with the face of an angel that walked the sinner’s path in hell and believed they deserved the unjust damnation. Even a face like that would seem more joyful… He shut me off, and took me to the office. When I woke up, my fur was warm and wet, and pained cries filled the air, like the blood filled the room. The snapping of bones, as my springlocks crushed my father’s body still haunt my dreams to this day… for a few moments, I was blind, and my eyes felt wet. I could feel them push through my father’s skull, and my jaw started to crush his… When I opened my eyes, my golden fur was crimson with the pain my father inflicted on himself using me… that was the day that I learned the true meaning of “death”. He cried like I had never heard a human sob before… I tried to call for help… I screamed… Pleaded… Begged… For someone, anyone… To save him. I called for help, BUT NOBODY CAME.

I stared at the grave with sorrow, remembering what my body was forced to do. At least my father is free now, right…? The shackles of life, and the pain that went with it, fell from him years ago… but, he could've gotten help, right…? Is it selfish of me to wish that he had tried harder, despite sacrificing his all? I feel like it is… He wanted death… He yearned for it… I sadly know how that feels now, personally. “Heh…. I know… ya can’t hear me… dad…? I miss you… so much… Remember when I first woke up, dad…? You looked at me, with so much pride… ya told me I was your ‘greatest creation’! Heh…. Guess I’m a disappointment then… You built me to make people happy… But I couldn’t even do that for myself… Not after you died… It’s been over ten thousand years… You’d think I’d get over it… Heh, I guess you’re hard to get over… Huh, dad…? ‘Return to the angels, where you belong’... That really fits you, dad… If you weren’t an angel before… You are one now…”

“…” I am met with silence once again. If he was alive, he would've said something along the lines of ‘You're not a disappointment Fred… Even if you were a disappointment, I would still love you, along with many others! You are loved, and you need a little help… Just like I did… You’re allowed to cry, and feel bad, because you're grieving… And even if you weren’t grieving, you’re allowed to cry, son…’ So I did just that. I laid half on the mound, like a little kid would lay half on their parents, and wept. I cried, wishing I could cling to him, like the cub I wish I was… The cub that died with him… The moon covered her sheets of white light over us, as I grieved a loss that I never could before. As the stars danced in the night, I began to sing… “There's an emptiness tonight~

A hole that wasn't there before~

And I keep reaching for the light~

But I can't find it anymore~

There's an emptiness tonight~

A heavy hand that pulls me down~

They say it's gonna be alright~

But can't begin to tell me how~

And I ask myself out loud~

Have I been lost all along~

Was there something I could say or something I should not have done~

Was I lost all along~

Was I looking for an answer when there never really was one~

Is there sunshine where you are~

The way there was when you were here~

Cause I'm just sitting in the dark~

In disbelief that this is real~

Disbelief that this is real~

Have I been lost all along~

Was there something I could say or something I should not have done~

Was I lost all along~

Was I looking for an answer when there never really was one~

And I ask myself out loud~

Have I been lost all along~

Was there something I could say or something I should not have done~

Was I lost all along~

Was I looking for an answer when there never really was one~

Was I looking for an answer when there never really was one~”

I sighed heavily, and looked to the sky. Ursa Major and Ursa Minor both shone brightly. Brighter than the other stars. My dad had told me, when I was a cub, that our loved ones made our favorite stars shine brighter, to remind us that they aren’t gone… Dad must be smiling down on me. I kiss his grave, and take out my plushie. The last thing I have of my dad, other than a photo that I have of my family. Before I fall asleep, I smile. “Goodnight dad… I love you too…”

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